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Over 90 days ago
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Sweet Desperation
I put my eyes on you
Full of life stroking
Naked and warm
Put together strong
Straight and intent
I have to touch
yep..
I put my eyes on you
Straight shoulders rubbed with time
Take my breath away
Tingling
Strength from within
Always happy to be here
yep..
I put my eyes on you
Your face
Chiseled with sweet desperation
Sterling silk to touch
Bowed in love
Melt me now
yep.. : )
I put my eyes on you
Full of life stroking
Naked and warm
Put together strong
Straight and intent
I have to touch
yep..
I put my eyes on you
Straight shoulders rubbed with time
Take my breath away
Tingling
Strength from within
Always happy to be here
yep..
I put my eyes on you
Your face
Chiseled with sweet desperation
Sterling silk to touch
Bowed in love
Melt me now
yep.. : )
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Was talking to myself and it turned into a poem -Just a Little Shit : )
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
You keep it up and the night will end in a fight
Week after week I sit and watch you play with that girl that smirks
Trip after trip to our table I watch you two flirt
That knowing smile she gives you was mine for you before..
You opened that God Damn door
Not gonna be ticked anymore
You go solo down to that store
Let's see if she's still buying when you're available
Are you for sale or like me unsaleable
I may know the answer to that question
Never thought it would have to be mentioned
What about we leave it alone forever
It may save us from a sever
Safe from shit and content in my bed
A knock on wood or maybe my head
Time will tell
What the Hell
Right
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight..
Well, a couple of Fridays have rolled around since. This week my response to his invite to dinner was,
"You go. I'll pass."
It was easy. Told him that if I have to look at her stupid smirk one more time, somebody is in big trouble. And the way my temper flows, there could be blood. Temper temper. The funny thing is he said,
"What smirk? I've not touched anybody in that bar. What you talking about?"
Made me laugh because I knew he wanted me to elaborate and tell him about what he claims he somehow missed which I most assuredly said was impossible.
He said, "I can't believe you gonna let that bitch bother you. Everybody knows she's a bitch."
Funny that men love bitches.
He then gave the place up without a fight and I love him.
While we out eating dinner someplace else, he compared the dinner and I knew the fish was better at the brunette's place.
"I don't expect you to never set foot in the local bar. It's just me. She's not getting anymore or my money or time. Besides, you have to take mom in there for the frog legs she loves."
"No. Mom is with you. She told me the other day, that she didn't want to go in there anymore."
: )
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
You keep it up and the night will end in a fight
Week after week I sit and watch you play with that girl that smirks
Trip after trip to our table I watch you two flirt
That knowing smile she gives you was mine for you before..
You opened that God Damn door
Not gonna be ticked anymore
You go solo down to that store
Let's see if she's still buying when you're available
Are you for sale or like me unsaleable
I may know the answer to that question
Never thought it would have to be mentioned
What about we leave it alone forever
It may save us from a sever
Safe from shit and content in my bed
A knock on wood or maybe my head
Time will tell
What the Hell
Right
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight..
Well, a couple of Fridays have rolled around since. This week my response to his invite to dinner was,
"You go. I'll pass."
It was easy. Told him that if I have to look at her stupid smirk one more time, somebody is in big trouble. And the way my temper flows, there could be blood. Temper temper. The funny thing is he said,
"What smirk? I've not touched anybody in that bar. What you talking about?"
Made me laugh because I knew he wanted me to elaborate and tell him about what he claims he somehow missed which I most assuredly said was impossible.
He said, "I can't believe you gonna let that bitch bother you. Everybody knows she's a bitch."
Funny that men love bitches.
He then gave the place up without a fight and I love him.
While we out eating dinner someplace else, he compared the dinner and I knew the fish was better at the brunette's place.
"I don't expect you to never set foot in the local bar. It's just me. She's not getting anymore or my money or time. Besides, you have to take mom in there for the frog legs she loves."
"No. Mom is with you. She told me the other day, that she didn't want to go in there anymore."
: )
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Just a Little Shit : )
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
You keep it up and the night will end in a fight
Week after week I sit and watch you play with that girl that smirks
Trip after trip to our table I watch you two flirt
That knowing smile she gives you was mine for you before..
You opened that God Damn door
Not gonna be ticked anymore
You go solo down to that store
Let's see if she's still buying when you're available
Are you for sale or like me unsaleable
I may know the answer to that question
Never thought it would have to be mentioned
What about we leave it alone forever
It may save us from a sever
Safe from shit and content in my bed
A knock on wood or maybe my head
Time will tell
What the Hell
Right
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
You keep it up and the night will end in a fight
Week after week I sit and watch you play with that girl that smirks
Trip after trip to our table I watch you two flirt
That knowing smile she gives you was mine for you before..
You opened that God Damn door
Not gonna be ticked anymore
You go solo down to that store
Let's see if she's still buying when you're available
Are you for sale or like me unsaleable
I may know the answer to that question
Never thought it would have to be mentioned
What about we leave it alone forever
It may save us from a sever
Safe from shit and content in my bed
A knock on wood or maybe my head
Time will tell
What the Hell
Right
You're crazy if you think I'm going into that bar again tonight
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It's natural for each of us to describe our perspective positions in a story best. The view of either sex can be interesting for me and also depends much on the scenario or mood of story. If the writer's motives (man or woman), are realistic and honest, I can get in to it most of the time for research's sake if nothing else.
I find more often than not that it's the subject/scenario/mood that is lacking interest from either sex.
I agree with you RumpleForeskin in that, men are more physical and women more emotional most of the time. As it is in real life which brings magic and insight to me.
I cannot agree though that either sex should overcome what they know for imagined knowledge. This makes it hard for me to be interested.
I find more often than not that it's the subject/scenario/mood that is lacking interest from either sex.
I agree with you RumpleForeskin in that, men are more physical and women more emotional most of the time. As it is in real life which brings magic and insight to me.
I cannot agree though that either sex should overcome what they know for imagined knowledge. This makes it hard for me to be interested.
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Just say "Fuck my ass." in the heat of the moment.
Let her do it her way at first. Hold her if she hesitates and whisper,
"Do it like you want me to do it to you. Show me."
Let every little bit be a learning towards experience and perfection of love making.
It might work. : )
Let her do it her way at first. Hold her if she hesitates and whisper,
"Do it like you want me to do it to you. Show me."
Let every little bit be a learning towards experience and perfection of love making.
It might work. : )
. I prefer no description of things that can be imagined. Instead, I like to leave the picture open for personal interpretation leaving the description for the experience or motion of the story.
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Thanks Shibui -I'm sure he loves me best second to himself. He lost his brother recently and is now unemployed and is rightfully feeling very very down. You have a good point about keeping a enemy close and she surely is. I've been in the food and beverage service for a long time and know her type. Instead of addressing the lady at the table with respect and knowing her boundaries, she goes out of her way to disrespect and doesn't even know me. I don't think he sees it and I cannot explain it to him. It is between her and I I believe.
I ask a question. Is it me that draws this attention and maybe if he goes without me, she may not pay him any mind after the initial feeling of victory? I maybe wrong. Leaving him alone goes against what I believe but I'm tired of it and angry that he's so selfish. But then again, maybe he needs to be right now just to get through the days?
I ask a question. Is it me that draws this attention and maybe if he goes without me, she may not pay him any mind after the initial feeling of victory? I maybe wrong. Leaving him alone goes against what I believe but I'm tired of it and angry that he's so selfish. But then again, maybe he needs to be right now just to get through the days?
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http://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/another-friday-night.aspx
If you were in this situation would you go back to the bar?
If you were in this situation would you go back to the bar?
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The rain flooded down most of the day
Enjoyed the dark sky anyway
Thick smooth glass twisted to a point
I place it between my legs and anoint
Warm and slick
I push until I'm sick
Getting on my knees
I say to myself please
Working in and out
There's no drought
It starts and will not stop
drop by drop I'm popped
Squirting in streams
Like in my dreams
I feel the abuse the next day and say
I'm gonna be easy today
But the ache doesn't go away
So I play
Enjoyed the dark sky anyway
Thick smooth glass twisted to a point
I place it between my legs and anoint
Warm and slick
I push until I'm sick
Getting on my knees
I say to myself please
Working in and out
There's no drought
It starts and will not stop
drop by drop I'm popped
Squirting in streams
Like in my dreams
I feel the abuse the next day and say
I'm gonna be easy today
But the ache doesn't go away
So I play
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I thought it funny to receive a email stating quote -
"i enjoy ALL the stories i happen to read....
but i STILL havent come across a BELIEVABLE one yet!!!! try n make them more believable instead of trying to magnify all these really dumb situations and scenarios!!"
This message struck me in particular as funny because all the stories I've published on Lush are completely true.
Do you think sometimes, it may be in the reading and not in the writing that the story is lost and how would you, or could you convey a true tale that requires imagination from some to see the lines as real with out stating that what is written is true?
Or, do we write typical to be believed?
just a thought : )
"i enjoy ALL the stories i happen to read....
but i STILL havent come across a BELIEVABLE one yet!!!! try n make them more believable instead of trying to magnify all these really dumb situations and scenarios!!"
This message struck me in particular as funny because all the stories I've published on Lush are completely true.
Do you think sometimes, it may be in the reading and not in the writing that the story is lost and how would you, or could you convey a true tale that requires imagination from some to see the lines as real with out stating that what is written is true?
Or, do we write typical to be believed?
just a thought : )
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He starts slow with french kisses to my clit. Long upward licks makes my button swell. With his strong hands he holds my thighs apart and eats like eating corn on the cob chomping from side to side pulling and rubbing and so soaking his face. He finishes sucking oh so softly the juices he has made run and then he starts again and again until I beg him to stop. After he has me tender and soaked he inserts two fingers in my cunt massaging upwards and three to the knuckles in my ass causing a flood of ecstasy. Sweet : )
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From time to time, I receive links to nice sex videos and I like it. Let's share the good stuff and paste here. Mention the subject so people have an idea what they're clicking on in case they'd rather not visit any added videos. : )
Here's the last one sent to me- Creamy Latina Puta- masturbation http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=421043799
Here's the last one sent to me- Creamy Latina Puta- masturbation http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=421043799